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"I smelled him! I know I did!" Jamie said, running at full speed.
"Okay, but could you wait for the rest of us?!" Donovan shouted. We had traveled all the way to Seattle looking for Allen. We did find a newling werewolf, but it wasn't Allen. This man couldn't cope with what he'd become, and went insane. When he was human, all he did was mumble, "It's not real, none of this is real. Karen is still there. Benjamin is still there." In his wolf form, he ran around attacking anything that moved.Luckily, he was bitten by a new generation werewolf, so he didn't have the huge wolf man form that Allen had, and his wolf form was smaller than ours. We put him down and left his body for police to find. We would have given him a burial, but the police were probably already looking for him.
"Who do you think did this?" I asked Jamie, ignoring Donovan. We hadn't talked since our last argument. Everytime he looked at me, I looked away. I didn't want to make eye contact and I didn't want him reading my mind.
"This was an accident." Jamie said. "He got into a bar fight with the wrong guy. He was bitten, then he made the mistake of coming home. He filed a police report, and later, he went outside to talk to the police."
"You know, there was a pretty big moon last night. And it was yellow." Donovan jumped into the conversation, ruining Jamie's story.Instead of telling him to shut up, I but my lip and didn't respond. "Yea," said Jamie. "Anyways, while he was talking to the police outside, he started acting.... You know."
Yeah, I knew.
"He started attacking the police. His daughter and son, Karen and Benjamin tried to pull their father off the police, and..."
I breathed deeply. His words rang in my head.
"Karen is still there. Benjamin is still there." I was glad I didn't have Jamie's gift. He could see things that people thought of most. The things they hated. Loved. Coveted. Regretted.He probably knew the man's worst secrets. It made my skin crawl that Donovan could do something similar to me just because he was my Alpha.
Suddenly, I smelled something familiar. Donovan and Jamie did too, because they raised their heads just like I raised mine. "Could that be..."
"It is, it definitely is," said Don, with a perverted smile on his face. We all could sense, and smell, Danielle. The scent just came out of nowhere, which means that there is more magic involved than we originally thought.
Still... What was up with that smile on Donovan's face? Since when did he like Danielle?It frustrated me a little, but then I realized this means he might leave me and Allen alone.
That is.... If we ever find him.
"Let's go." Without a second thought, we all changed into our wolf forms and ran as fast as we could.The longer it took, the more my hope diminished. What if she was being killed by some supernatural creature? What is some Mage sold her, or used her as a test subject?
I needed Danielle alive so I could find Allen.
After a while, we finally made it back to California from Washington. Her scent was unnaturally strong now, so potent I could still smell it as clear as day at the state line.It also was coming from Sardis Park, the same place Allen and Danielle saved us. I hoped this was my chance to return the favor. The first thing we came across was a big man with a tree that fell on top of him. One of the trunks had shoved it's way through his left shoulder, and his head was caved in because of the tree. Even if there was a small possiblity he could still be alive and heal, I doubted it.
Danielle's scent was all around us. We just needed to find her. I kept walking until I smelled another type of blood. That's when we found them. Danielle was laying on the ground, looking like a crash test dummy. If I wasn't able to hear her heartbeat, I would've thought she was dead.
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Primal Inheritance: Freedom [COMPLETED]
Про оборотнейDanielle and Allen were volunteering at a park when they discovered and freed the strongest werewolves in existence. Now, every supernatural creature is hunting them down. Some want to kill them. Some want to experiment on them. And some want to...